I try to spread myself around a bit. By that I mean, I do more than simply write Romance and the occasional Young Adult. When the mood hits me, I’ve been known to write a poem or twenty. What do I write about? Same thing I attempt to compose in my books. Emotions. Except in my poetry I don’t hide behind characters. Poetry is all about revealing your inner self, even if it is only to yourself. I think it’s also about revealing how you view your personal relationship with the world around you. in short, poetry is all about discovering yourself. As a result, of all this self discovery, I normally only share my poems with a few select group of friends.
Again, why? Maybe, it’s because I’m afraid of showing the world who I truly am. That fear limits you as an artist in some ways. A lot of ways. So today I’m throwing open my inner self to you my friends. Hope you walk away with something that might give you something to think about and maybe a voice to explain how your own heart searches to find purpose in this strange world we call home.
Sad is the times of our life,
as childhood wanes
into the light of aged musings
Give me the youth I remember,
the soft delight of shadows
across a brilliant sky
I feel the harsh sun at my back,
the gray morning of forever at my feet.
Should I bequeath myself to the inevitable?
And continue the journey,
or sit upon this throne of sorrow,
passing the memories of what should have been
across the tips of my fingers.
a childhood game remembered too late.
My head hung low
I question the fate allotted to me,
Damning the choices that brought me
To the impasse I have given to myself
in hollowness of my arrogance.
Alone I stand at the precipice,
A crossroads of decision.
With a shrunken smile I follow
the path most traveled.
Feel free to kiss the feet of the fool
Who thought everything
was but a handful of ambition away.
Too late realizing
age brings wisdom to those few
who survive the tribulation
they create in the wake of
their passing through life,
yet it does little
to change the outcome.
Life is the hand
we deal to ourselves.